twilight of no thing good

& this bottom less pit shall be mine

black coated guilt weighs this soul down

perhaps better to be dead than feel like this

the humiliation / sin of the skin / what lesson is this

i carry? oompa loompa ompady doo


the day warmed with thick cloud / almost @ zero
st.ill freezing / hands shake hard / heart pounds
what is this ? lesson / ah yes / a lesson perhaps

st.ill there is a pulse / rushes through the back of the mind
impure thots / ha / impure as opposed to pure /

man you really are on crack aren't you?

she does know that things make no sense / some how
the world doesn't make sense any more / / & trust
is non existent / a fabrication of a situation

don't trust me


i am not worthy.



sense less act of shame

st.ill all the details don't quite add up


ah this is depression


this is - there is no excuse















january the dark month gets a bit lighter
not much / / stale twilight @ 4:45
i always miss you @ dusk / / if i could be near
you @ any time of day / / day becomes night
it would be then